To the back and back again.

"How did this all get so fucked up" Max thought to herself, she had been awake for over 24 hours now, it wasn't like she slept much anyway, but she was tired. What had started as a sting operation as an undercover stripper had led through a number of sexual encounters and now Max was involved with the Russian mob. She was being led threw some shipping containers by some guard where she would be shot dead.

Max was wearing only the thin satin underwear, and it was having an effect on the guard behind her, but she knew sexual advances wouldn't work on him, but she had another advantage, they still thought she was some dumb whore from the club.

Max had to move quickly, everything was timing, as she came to the end of the narrow corridor of containers she dug her heel into the ground then leapt running up the side of the container. The guard got off only a single shot, exactly what Max needed to convince whoever may be listening that she was executed, she did a back flip landing behind the guard following threw with a spinning kick that dislodged his jaw spinning his body off the ground before landing with a thud.

Max's acute senses kicked in as she looked around alert to any signs of movement; there were none.

"Alright Maxie, find Tusha, stop Nikoli, get the papers, get out. Walk in the park' she said to herself.